I, the All-Class Magus, All My Awakening Skills are LvMax

Chapter 339: Chapter339-The Bet!

A faint smile appeared on Francis's face, and Benjamin couldn't help but chuckle as well.

"Since it's a bet, we naturally need to set the terms. What will you do if we win?" John shrugged nonchalantly.

"I know what you want, so just take what you desire if you win."

At first, the people around might have thought him incredibly arrogant, but now, hearing these words, they felt nothing at all.

When a person's arrogance knows no bounds, everyone starts to question him.

Alone, destined to be a moth to the flame, he still dares to boldly challenge his opponents.

Either he is incredibly smart, or incredibly foolish.

However, given his past, foolish is not a word one would use to describe him.

So, there remains only one conclusion.

Such a person is not just formidable; he holds cards never shown to anyone else, and that is what truly terrifies.

Not just the others, even Francis and Benjamin found themselves inevitably drawing a mental question mark upon hearing such a statement.

What was this man's background? Why could he so boldly accept their so-called bet?

Moreover, it was John who had initiated it, despite having fought a fierce battle against the Immortal Messenger, and sustaining serious injuries.

Even if the medical team at the hotel was exceptional, it was impossible to fully heal someone back to their original state in such a short time.

Did he possess some unknown ace up his sleeve?

"Since you put it that way, we won't hold back. We want the divine artifact on you, as well as everything you got from Principal Sophia," they demanded.

John, upon hearing this, paused, then silently watched the two men.

"You dare make such demands without even knowing what I obtained from there? Aren't you afraid I'll just fob you off with something trivial?"

Benjamin's smile remained radiant as a faint green glow slowly appeared on his finger.

"Whether you would deceive us is for us to decide. Just bring out those items, and if you try to fool us, I'm sorry, but even if the boss wants to protect you, we definitely won't let you off easily."

Upon hearing this, John couldn't help but laugh, then nodded lightly.

"Alright, let's have a contest then. Will the two of you step into the arena yourselves, or will you choose someone from here?"

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The two men hesitated upon hearing John's proposal.

They both knew that if they were to face John themselves, he would certainly have no chance of surviving.

But now, with John speaking so calmly, they couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy.

Perhaps John did have some cards up his sleeve.

If they were to gamble themselves and lose, it would be a difficult situation to face.

After all, once you're in, you can only leave either by dying or winning.

They definitely didn't want to risk themselves, so hiring someone to fight for them seemed like the best choice.

"Very well, we'll have two people stand in for us when the time comes. Of course, we won't bully you; if we have two on our side, then you can have two on yours as well," Benjamin said with a smile, while Francis, though hesitant, eventually nodded.

After all, it wouldn't look good if they were seen to be ganging up on one person, and fighting in turns could also seem unfair, so this was the necessary course of action.

After agreeing on the time and place, John looked at the two men, then turned his gaze to the black mist beside him.

"I came here to eat, and I'm quite hungry now. May I have my meal?"

Francis couldn't help but be taken aback, then burst into hearty laughter, his eyes filled with admiration as he looked at John.

If it weren't for John's reluctance to join his team, Francis would hold him in high regard.

To maintain such composure in these circumstances was indeed commendable.

The young man truly had potential.

If he could survive the arena, Francis might consider offering him more resources and perhaps even reconsider inviting him to join their team.

After all, aren't resources and talent the most crucial elements here?

Seeing a similar expression on Benjamin's face, Francis guessed he was thinking along the same lines, considering how to recruit John afterward.

It would depend on what methods they themselves employed.

Meanwhile, the black mist chuckled softly without speaking, while a maid, very perceptively, had already prepared a table full of food.

Of course, the maids were not the slightest bit frightened by the situation; rather, they were composed as they set the table before them.

John leisurely began to eat, then glanced in the direction of Silver Tear.

"Aren't you two coming to eat? Didn't we agree this was a meal?"

The other people in the restaurant, upon hearing John's invitation, involuntarily shifted their gaze toward the others.

Seeing that Silver Tear was such a young girl sparked a different sort of speculation.

After all, it's often said that any strong individual usually has a few women around, and perhaps she was just a plaything for John.

The boy beside her seemed somewhat capable, but not particularly formidable.

Being in the company of a gold-tier awakener like John, however, set him apart.

Some began to quietly speculate about John's identity.

He looked so young, yet he could stand shoulder to shoulder in conversation with two heavyweights, showing no fear, even resisting a fierce onslaught from them.

They would never suspect Francis and Benjamin of going easy on anyone, especially since they had indeed witnessed deaths on the scene, and the sight had been gruesomely vivid.

Although the scene had been cleaned up, the air was still thick with the scent of blood.

Under such circumstances, it would be impossible for anyone to eat, yet John was eating very calmly, even savoring his meal as if he relished it.

At this, everyone felt a shift in their composure; they sensed that things were not quite as they had imagined.

Some had harbored certain thoughts about John, but now, in this moment, they stifled them.

They thought it best to simply watch from the sidelines since the heavyweights were already making their move.

After all, they stood to lose nothing.

If it came to betting when the showdown commenced, they could make a hefty profit.

If John were to fall during the conflict, they would have no reason to pay him any further attention.

However, if he survived, it would mean his strength was on par with the heavyweights, making him someone they could not afford to provoke.

So, in any case, all they needed to do now was wait and see the outcome.

John ate his meal methodically, indifferent to the gazes around him, which were filled with a mix of curiosity and apprehension.

Silver Tear, sitting beside him, felt awkward.

Despite the enticing food before her, she couldn't bring herself to eat.

She was indeed very hungry, but her appetite was gone, unable to swallow a bite, her mind preoccupied with thoughts of her captain.